History- Ancestry

Childless, the lineage ends with me- poet, my only legacy- mere words. And the older I've become the more my ancestry- the tracing of my roots holds a fascination it's become an obsession - almost. Looking back I delve past centuries through wars and revolutions migrations, land divisions- ( territories won and lost, borders ever fluctuating...) And I wade in time, in blood memory through generational trauma that I infuse with healing... But I know of blessings also, and majesty- lost. And so, I call on you, Vilma, Emma my great and great- great grandmothers- Magyar- Slovak brides of Ujhelyi men - men descended from Swabian knights under the service of King/ Saint Stephen. From my mother I learned of this heritage- of the noble bloodline and the aristocracy associated with the Ujhelyi name. Even she remembered a manor house, vast orchards, a stable filled with royal Lippizanners... And the grandeur did survive- (an empire, Triannon, 2 World Wars) but after '45, an era had ended... Today I scroll online, look at the family tree- that my uncle posted there and I wonder were you, Kristina, Eva stubborn like me? and your husbands' Ferenc, Gyula as fiery- as their great and great-great granddaughter? No, it isn't suprizing that I am heartened by a violin's sound, by the bold colored patterns of embroidery, for these awaken in me something ancient- an origin debated by even linguists- the lineage Magyar but with older strains of- Chuvash Avar Khazar Hun lost tribes- names now spoken only by - scholars.